First You were born. Born first, as man to die
To satisfy the wrath of God on those
Of Adam’s loins sprung forth to multiply
In sin. For in despite of God they chose
Themselves as gods. Worshiping puny things
As ‘self-determination’: evil, good
Are merely in the mind. The serpent stings
And suddenly in nakedness they stood
Before their God. Christ died. But then He rose!
He rose, today, two thousand years ago
The first-born Son, the first-fruits. All He chose
Will likewise rise again: for He said so!
My God, my saviour: raise my flesh again
Anew, alive. And recreated then
On reborn knees I’ll join heaven’s AMEN.